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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2hebups.jpg] The absence of any sound or noise plagued the rich thicket that embraced the otherwise lifeless terrain. The soil had lost it's luster long ago, leaving behind remnants of a dryly cracked surface. Whatever paradise had been here was now gone, leaving behind an unsightly domain lacking everything but gritty fragments and the ashes of what once was. Through this part of the fractured valley, everything was still. There was no wind; the region seemed to lack even the smallest of drafts that caused trees to sway. A quartet of ebony colored paws kissed the surface of the less-than-lively part of earth, leaving behind no traces that any creature was ever there. A skeletal frame seemingly void of nutrition glided through the forest, black tendrils of satin fur rippling as layers of muscle laced beneath moved rhythmically. A pair of hollow, insipid orbs stared blankly through the dim light, the lustrous shade of glittering, sanguine pink stark and rich amongst the more archaic hues of green-grays and dusty browns. He waltzed over to the stream, staring down soundlessly into the grimy water before him. A less-than-pleased expression crossed his visage for a split second before he re-enforced an empty facade. The lack of wildlife among these parts of the jungle soothed Hannibal; the male was glad to know that no one would bother him and he would be free to think to himself so long as no one disturbed the silence. Flustering adenoids inhaled the strong, musky scent of decaying matter and natural scents that came with nature - the two did not seem to mix well as a look of disgust flashed through the empty optics carved precisely into an onyx canvas. Large bat-like ears swiveled atop his cranium, though they seemed to catch nothing but the very, very faint sound of trickling water far off in the distance.

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[✞ Taboo ✞]

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Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here `

BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

gasoline

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The place wasn't disgusting, he had to give it some credit. The jungle had an odd appeal to it- musty and stale, it reminded him of stories from his childhood. Stories his father had once told him- about magical things called libraries and how they held many secrets. He figured this would be considered a library- correct? It had seen better days, and amongst it's crippled trees and lively foliage many a life had walked it's winding paths; each and every being with it's own story to tell. This creature especially.

Underbrush rustled- not knee high from the ground something was nosing around. Long twig like ears perking up through a tangled web of waxy leaves and knotted bark. A small rabbit was foraging- or sniffing for something. It seemed to have an agenda; food being it's main priority. It had seen the waters of coldslate steam and nothing stirred within the creature to test it's deliciousness. The stream was rotten.

What the rabbit really wanted was a nice juicy...well rabbit. Sadly it couldn't munch on it's own flank or maybe it would have taken the chance. A small squeak escaped it's jaws- having stepped on a thistle. When was this change going to recede? It never knew when it's true form was going to show- or when this ridiculous disguise was going to rear it's cute little face. That was what was disgusting- a respectable canine such as himself turning into something so low on the food chain! And how he had found out about this curse, hunting a rabbit almost like himself!

Gums pressed together firmly as he stared out from the underbrush- imperial eyes searching for something, anything. He wondered if someone would ever be able to tell him what was happening. Why he was going through all of these changes. "Well drat, it seems I am stuck for a big longer....hiding within the shadows. Disgraceful." Voice was soft and low, a great contrast to what it normally was; maybe he would be mistaken for a female- or worse someone's dinner. He had yet to meet up with that problem.

Taboo gingerly stepped forward- his body weight barely enough to make a twig snap, though a loud rustling was made as he stepped across dried leaves and twigs. Nose twitched excitedly, smelling- searching, before he would resign himself to nibbling on his right flank. Head buried within his short, soft fur. He looked like an elephant turd- well would have if elephants were in this jungle, when of course they were not- and if elephant turds had fur and quivered or twitched. Whiskers tickled his ears, interesting really. This change, it was as if something always began to feel wrong in his head- as if he didn't belong and next thing he knew wahla! Little bunny foo foo strolling down the highway...

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Hannibal


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Template: (c) CAUTION 2.0
Image: (c) Me
Lyrics: (c) Chris Young

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2hebups.jpg] The silence intensified, prolonged by the lack of usual noise that one could safely assume to be found in a forest. The musky scent reminded him briefly of the cauterized scent of flesh baking in the sun. Maggots squirmed in her eye sockets and through the open wounds on her neck and her mutilated face. The skin hung limply, opened up to anything willing to burrow inside. And then the reverie vanished. The sound of movement alerted the skeletal brute, causing him to slowly turn his head to the left to watch the trim of trees that built the forest wall around him. He made an effort to quiet his breathing, watching silently as his eyes finally landed on the soft, familiar downy pattern of grey and brown tufts. Hannibal's fleshy pink tongue washed soundlessly over his lips, his body slowly turning to face the tiny creature. Pink orbs locked onto the rabbit's ears, making sure not to alert the small prey of his presence. He was in favor considering the region lacked even the slightest hint of a breeze. Honed in on his meal ahead, Hannibal failed to catch the stream of words that spilled from the rabbit's mouth. Creeping forward, he finally grew close enough to lunge, aiming to wrap his jowls around the skull of the helpless animal. He could feel the gap between them closing rapidly, his tongue ready to finally taste the fresh crimson liquid that teased him from the rabbit's veins.

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[✞ Taboo ✞]

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Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here `

BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

gasoline

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He found something- a small sting bug. Seemingly the only other living thing in this dump. The rabbit watched as it stalked across the ground- yellow carapace sheltering it from wandering eyes, it almost looked like one of the dead leaves that was so messily strewn over the ground. The thing turn an abrupt left turn and crawled across the rabbit's front paw- sending the thing sniffing along the ground after it. No it wasn't food but it was entertaining.

The rabbit was so caught up in what the bug was doing- he failed to hear the labored breathing of a sadistic wolf nearby. Taboo took a few more steps forward- no wind ruffling the leaves so he could see out of the underbrush, until finally there was a gap above him. A quick burst of light filtered through the opening, blinding violet eyes only momentarily- and then there was a vision.

A squeal only a rodent could produce slipped from an agape mouth- a skeletal wolf stalked him from the other side of the brush. It's face looming ever closer to his hiding spot, mouth salivating with foam. He watched as it neared, frozen in place- his legs having gone myotonic. He lost all feeling- there was no sudden burst of adrenaline but a sudden feeling of dread. The stink bug had flown off- leaving Taboo alone in his fate.

Suddenly- a booming voice, for a rabbit at least, sprung forth from quivering jaws. A sudden and abrupt, "Halt nightmare beast! smashing against the wolf's eardrums. Taboo only prayed his sudden outburst, all that he could muster, would get the being attention.

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*-- It's your f***ing nightmare!

Template: (c) CAUTION 2.0
Image: (c) Me
Lyrics: (c) Chris Young

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2hebups.jpg] Long, slender limbs reached forth to bring him closer to the rabbit, toes spreading as black talons arched backward, aiming to grip the barren earth below. He landed with a silent thud, stopped by the premature words that he never would have expected to have come from such a small creature. It puzzled him. Since when did rabbits talk? "The hell?" Orbiting audits tipped forward in curiosity, the shock and sheer surprise obvious as it spread across his divine features. Hannibal's appetite decreased harshly, the soft grumble in his stomach dissipating temporarily as he cocked a brow questioningly at the quivering rodent before him. It hadn't occurred yet to Hannibal that he'd actually obeyed the booming plea from the rabbit, and when it did register deep in his mind, he wouldn't be so happy. He licked his lips, unsure of what to think at the moment. "Since when do rabbits talk? Especially to 'nightmare beasts'?" Hannibal growled, his empty gaze locked onto the rabbit. The fur along his nape bristled irritably, and he suppressed the snarl bubbling in his throat. It was clear that he hadn't planned on having his hunt interrupted. He was greatly confused by the talking rabbit, unaware that there were shape shifters thriving throughout the region, much less positioned right in front of him. If it hadn't been clear before, it was completely obvious now that Hannibal was irritated as a spark of gold ignited on his left paw, the flame disintegrating as quickly as it had been produced. He looked down on the rabbit, his brow furrowed.

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[✞ Taboo ✞]

You can judge all the world on the sparkle

that you think it lacks

[atrb=style,border-top: 2px solid #333333; border-bottom: 2px solid #9622CC3; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=070404][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]   The rabbit froze in terror-violet eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Had his childhood demon come to take him from this world? Alas, the nightmare beast spoke unto him- the hell? The hell was right- he wanted to know what the hell was going on here, a monster rising out of the bushes, coming from deep within the forest; jaws salivating with the darkest poison- death. Taboo would have growled- hackles would have bristled menacingly along his spine, feet holding him strong and tall; yet, all he could manage was an audible squeak and a deep swallow. His saliva took him longer to swallow at this moment in time, than it ever had. When did rabbits start speaking? Hadn't they always spoken- but in a language of their own? The rodent backed himself farther into the shadows- voice coming in stammered waves, short and choppy like the waves of an ocean, "I do not know what you are speaking of wolf- I have always spoken in tongue, and never in squeaks or cries. What the hell is correct! Surely, a respectable man such as yourself doesn't just intrude on another respectable man's alone time?" A look of annoyance graced his features- ears slicked back across his skull and neck. Those imperialist eyes staring at the thing before him- teeth clicking in annoyance, something like a mongoose might do to a snake, "Well, what have you say for yourself?." "Spreche."